Chapter 206
Qiao Mu, who was still "Qiao Linlin" at that time, once had a fist fight with Luo Han, and the result was that the opponent's physical strength was beyond imagination.
At that time, when the demon was disintegrated, his inner strength was comparable to five hundred years of martial arts skills, but he was unable to defeat this Arhat... This was very abnormal.
A martial artist's lifespan is limited, and it is basically impossible to reach 500 years of skill through normal practice. A hundred years of skill is usually as good as the sky.
Although Qiao Mu's four- to five-hundred-year-old demon disintegration skill was only a temporary burst and was not as good as the real five-hundred-year-old penance skill, it was still shocking among worldly martial artists.
With such power, a single frontal hit could kill Qin Shiqing, a first-grade warrior.
But at that time, Qiao Mu had punched Luo Han, and this man who looked like Qin Shiqing's subordinate blocked Qiao Mu head-on.
Not only that, the tree at that time was directly distorted and deformed by the huge force of the earthquake.
Now Qiao Mu is no longer the young man he was for a hundred years. He has extensive knowledge and experience. Naturally, he noticed something fishy from his memories.
"There's something wrong with this guy."
This thought passed through Qiao Mu's mind.
"I've seen a lot of tough-talking people." Luo Han was not surprised.
Since he mastered the "Golden Body Technique" and achieved the "Bronze Body", he has killed countless famous martial arts figures who could not be defeated in the past.
What's more...it's not like Luo Han has never dealt with the Qiao family.
The old man from the Qiao family, Qiao Senlin, whom he had dealt with back then, looked very old and had extremely profound martial arts skills, but so what?
Even though he managed to get a first-level kill, he was still forced to retreat.
He has experience dealing with the Qiao family.
Thinking of this, Arhat suddenly raised his head.
The violent sound of breaking through the air resounded through the eardrums, and a fist grew rapidly in the field of vision!
boom!
Amid the violent muffled sound, Arhat's eyes widened slightly and he took half a step back.
There was a faint fist mark on his face, the skin was slightly sunken downwards, and a faint blood seeped out.
But that's all.
On the contrary, Qiao Mu, who stood still, frowned and looked at his fist.
He reserved some strength and did not punch with all his strength.
Even so, the huge force of the shock caused his fists to be torn apart, bleeding profusely, and even causing pain to the bones of his hands...
He frowned not in pain.
After seeking death for more than two hundred years, his tolerance for pain has long reached an inhuman level.
He was feeling strange.
"Practice hard skills?" Qiao Mu still felt something was wrong.
It's not like he hasn't practiced hard skills before.
Aside from the Perfect Level Iron Crotch Kung Fu, which Qiao Mu is best at, he also practiced the Golden Bell Cover Iron Cloth Shirt, and achieved great success over the long years.
Compared with hard skills and physical body, even when Qiao Mu was less than a hundred years old, he was already stronger than Qin Shiqing, a first-class martial artist.
It's just that the big version of martial arts is the way of refining the gods. The refining of the gods is based on intuition and can instinctively avoid attacks. So when Qiao Mu didn't use the Demon's Disintegration and Eruption, he had no way of dealing with Qin Shiqing.
Then here comes the problem.
Why is this muscular butler Arhat in front of him so accomplished in hard skills that even Qiao Mu, a martial artist with a golden bell and an iron cloth shirt, can't understand.
"Something's wrong..."
He no longer clenched his hands into fists, but faced the Arhat and punched the palms of his hands alternately.
The cold silvery white light came out from the body, and with Qiao Mu's waving palms, it continued to bombard the Arhat's body like a tide.
Qiao Mu's figure was like light smoke, surrounding the Arhat with his palms and continuously hitting it.
This time he did not use fists, but relied on his strong inner strength to hit the target from close range.
At this time, even if Qiao Mu doesn't need to be disintegrated by the demon, he still has a strong internal energy of nearly two hundred years. It is also an outrageous skill that ordinary martial artists cannot achieve after a lifetime of training.
But the surging palm force only made a muffled sound when it hit the Arhat's body.
Arhat did not fall down, nor was he knocked away by the force of his powerful palm, but was only slightly forced to take a few steps back.
There were dozens of palm prints up and down his body, and he looked quite disgraced, but they seemed to be just flesh wounds?
He didn't even bend at the waist, his body remained straight.
"Have you beaten enough?" Arhat suddenly felt aggrieved and roared.
But I saw him raise his right foot and step hard on the ground, making a loud noise at this moment.
The green bricks under his feet shattered, and the entire house floor shook. A circle of dust spread out, and the house behind the tree made a heart-breaking crunching sound. The whole house trembled with this foot. .
"What the hell are you? A monster?" Qiao Mu's figure was like lightning. He had already jumped back more than ten meters and was looking at the Arhat in front of him with a frown.
"This kick has no inner strength and relies solely on physical strength?"
This is very unusual.
You must know that the human body has its limits, otherwise the training of strength will not stop at the fourth level. The only way to reach the third level is to refine the spirit.
The soft upper limit of the human body is the fourth level. Regardless of whether you practice Qi, blood or internal energy, if you want to go up further, you can only rely on accumulation bit by bit over a long period of time.
Qiao Mu's "Sumishan King Sutra" is the path of Qi and blood.
He has practiced the Sumeru Mountain King Sutra for more than a hundred years, and most of his majestic energy and blood have been used to fight against the natural aging of the human body. Therefore, although Qiao Mu's physical strength is stronger than that of ordinary god-refining warriors, it is not that strong. Too outrageous.
When Arhat heard this, his expression changed slightly at first, and then the corners of his mouth slowly curved.
"It seems that you are somewhat discerning."
The fight between the martial arts masters is not only a fist fight, but also a spiritual fight.
After Luo Han was seen through by Qiao Mu, his expression only changed for a short time, and then he returned to his arrogant look.
"This is how to enter the Tao through martial arts, and this is the golden body of martial arts!"
"After cultivating the Golden Body of Martial Arts, the power of the fist and the inner strength are integrated into one, and there is no longer any distinction between inside and outside. Each punch and kick is as heavy as a mountain, and it can physically defeat the magic of immortal monks."
Arhat laughed three times, stamped his feet, and rushed toward the tree.
His movements were very heavy, and every step he took seemed to make the ground beneath his feet tremble slightly. Every time he swung his iron fist, he possessed unstoppable strange power.
If it hits the trees in the courtyard, the trees will break; if it hits the rockery, the rockery will collapse and explode.
"Old Immortal of the Qiao family, how many years have you practiced martial arts? Eighty years? Ninety years? One hundred years?"
"So what if you have been practicing for a hundred years? Martial arts do not depend on who has practiced martial arts for a long time, whoever is better!"
"You are on the wrong path. No matter how hard you train, you will get twice the result with half the effort. You old immortals from the old era have reached a dead end long ago. You should have made way for us."
Luo Han laughed heartily. His body speed was his shortcoming. Although these series of strong attacks did not hit Qiao Mu, after a few rounds, they almost demolished half of Qiao Mu's recently bought house.
The ground was cracked like a spider web, the house was crumbling, crooked and almost collapsed, and it was a mess.
Qiao Mu looked at this scene and sighed slightly.
In fact, his mood didn't fluctuate much. He was mainly worried about money.
However, money is an external possession. If it is gone, you can get some pension from Emperor Yonghe, or borrow some from a kind person from the Wan family.
Money is easy to get, but life is different.
Once the self-mutilation method of demon disintegration is used, one will either die or be maimed.
In particular, Qiao Mu, who has reached the perfection of disintegrating the demon, is extremely efficient in self-destruction. During many bloody battles, Qiao Mu actually died of internal injuries in his own body.
After the second chain of the Ouroboros Immortality Lock was broken, the time for resurrection in the dream became five times.
This means that from now on, every death of Qiao Mu will only start in five or ten years.
After the demon disintegrated, Qiao Mu felt that there was no problem in beating the Arhat in front of him to death.
But he felt there was no need to spend five or ten years in a dream prison for the arrogant fool in front of him.
"What you said makes sense. Martial arts training is not about the length of time, but the victory or defeat depends on fists." Qiao Mu looked bitter.
He deliberately pretended to be shaken, but in fact he was just preparing to talk.
"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. There has never been a saying in this world that I am older than you, and I have practiced martial arts longer, so I am better than you, and you should teach me the truth."
"If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening...What exactly does it mean to enter the Tao through martial arts? Why are you so strong?"
Qiao Mu was overwhelmed by Arhat's violent attack and was in a state of disarray. He could only rely on his higher-grade divine refining intuition to dodge Arhat's iron fist in a moment.
Even so, the robe on his body was torn apart by the wind of the fist that passed by him. His hair was disheveled and he was in a state of embarrassment.
Anyone who comes to watch the battle will think that the old man has fallen into an obvious disadvantage and is close to death.
"Entering Tao through martial arts... is the upright way for martial artists like us!" Arhat said with a cheerful smile while attacking wildly.
Since achieving the "Bronze Body", he has killed countless powerful enemies in the past, and this is the moment he likes best.
Before joining the Martial Arts Alliance, Arhat was a third-level god-refining martial artist.
As soon as he entered the realm of refining the gods, he was already the best among martial artists.
But if Arhat's strength is placed among the warriors of the third grade, it will seem a bit inadequate.
He was not a genius. He practiced martial arts hard for decades before he finally reached the third level of divine refining, but by then he was already middle-aged.
After middle age, the decline of Qi and blood is the norm... Not to mention, there is still a martial saint in the world of Dayan.
An ordinary third-level God Refiner like Arhat has no hope of breaking through. There is no possibility of going further, and he can only become the food of the Martial Saint.
Five or six years ago, he almost died at the hands of Wu Ji Hui Wu Fu.
After a lucky escape, he, a third-level god refiner, could only keep a low profile and remain anonymous. He was like a rat in the ditch. His life was worse than when he was a fourth-level god practitioner...
It wasn't until Wu Shengren died and Wu Ji would hide in the dark that he breathed a sigh of relief.
After coming to the imperial capital, joining the "Martial Arts Alliance", and practicing the bronze body, he consciously changed his body and his life was reversed.
Now he no longer has to hide. The martial arts enemies who drove him to death in the past have been hunted down by him and beaten to death one by one.
And watching the warriors of the old days die under his iron fist without any resistance was when he was most excited.
"Choice is more important than hard work."
"After practicing the martial arts Golden Body Art, I will be a new generation of martial arts genius, and I will fight you old immortals!"
Arhat roared and punched out with both fists like the wind.
There is no inner strength, just pure momentum.
But his pair of iron fists seemed to have the weight of a mountain.
There was a boom.
The pillar in the front yard of the house, which was as thick as a three-person hug, was broken by him. For a moment, the entire front yard collapsed, and the ground trembled.
The surrounding streets were silent. Everyone who lived nearby knew that there was a duel between masters. Anyone who dared to get close would have disappeared long ago.
Arhat smashed the eaves with his foot, looked at the tree a dozen steps away, and frowned.
Under the sunlight, his exposed skin glowed a light golden color, and at first glance, he really looked like the golden body of the Arhat in the statue, with a sense of oppression.
"Slippery... his body skills are quite good." The Arhat muttered.
Qiao Mu stood on the half-collapsed courtyard wall and looked at him, frowning.
After fighting for so long, even his own house collapsed, he roughly understood the level of this Arhat.
This person is actually only the third level of soul refining, and has no internal strength at all. The strange thing is that he has a body that is not like that of an ordinary person.
At first, Qiao Mu suspected that he was a monster with a strong body, but now after a fight, he has a vague answer in his heart.
If it was before entering the desert city, he was still confused about the Arhat, but now he actually has a bottom line in his heart.
"What kind of martial arts are you practicing? What kind of martial artist are you?" Qiao Mu shouted: "Have you become stupid from practicing martial arts? You are clearly a Taoist soldier of a Taoist monk!" "Tao soldier? What are you talking about? Do you want to mess with my martial arts heart? I am who I am!" Luohan was neither surprised nor angry, his expression was still stern, and he raised his iron fist to continue attacking Qiao Mu.